Author's Note: this is my first Ghostface related work. I'm not leaning on the movies or any particular killer from the franchise - I'm simply borrowing and playing with the Ghostface killer as an idea. This will involve some kinky and possible TW stuff so be advised.

Now with that said... If you love Ghostface/mask killers and find they make your heart race, then this will be for you ;)

"Breaking news - another body was discovered early this morning. Police have confirmed that the victim was 25-year-old Josh Porter, who was found hanging from a tree in the front yard of his home. Police have no evidence but suspect that this is the work of Nebraska killers. As with previous murders, the victim and crime scene were staged to replicate a scene from a horror movie. Here, the movie was Scream - where a masked killer known as Ghostface tortures and mutilates his victims and in the end, we find out it was two killers. With this most recent murder, it left us to wonder just HOW MANY killers are there?"

A crash of thunder shook the house and after a few moments of the lights flickering, darkness consumed every room. The next noise that was heard was coming from Samara's mouth. She groaned as she pulled her cell phone from her lap and used its light to look around. This was the third time this week she had lost power due to weather and by now, her next few movements were almost robotic. She got up from her armchair and made her way to the kitchen. The sound of her cell phone ringing made her jump and nearly drop it as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Did your power go out too?" It was her best friend, Jenna. Samara laughed as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, continuing her task.

"Of course it did. You could literally look out the window and check, you know."

"How could I! It's dark!" Samara let silence hug them for a moment as she held her laughter back.
"Exactly Jen." After a moment, Jen also laughed. "I actually think I'm out of candles, fuck."

"Well, you can come over. I have plenty here!" Samara laughed as she shut the cabinet, setting the only two pillar candles she had left on the counter.

"I appreciate that, but if it happens again, I'll just be in the same boat then." She exhaled. "I'll just drive to the gas station.

"In this weather?! Are you nuts?"

"Ok, how about this - I'll come by after? I'll bring snacks."

"And ice cream?" Samara laughed.

"And ice cream."

"Alright, fine. Just don't take long. I'll unlock the gate. Use your key and let yourself in when you get here. And Samara? Please be safe. I'd be really sad if I didn't get my ice cream." The girls exchanged laughter before saying goodbye and hanging up. Samara went back to using her phone to light her way as she grabbed her raincoat and keys and headed out.

The drive was peaceful as the rain let up. By the time she reached the small gas station, it had stilled. Now the wind was whipping, ensuring that the air was stinging cold. She felt herself scrunch up as she darted from her car to the small store. As the door opened and shut, the small bell alerted the clerk to your arrival.

"Good evening, Miss. Do you need help?" The clerk was a young guy, maybe 16. Samara couldn't recall ever seeing him before.

"Oh, no thanks. I know where everything is." the boy nodded as he brought his attention back to the phone in his hand. Samara walked into the store, going to the corner near the back where the candles were stocked in bulk. She considered what else she would grab and just grabbed an entire case. With how the weather had been lately, she would probably need more than her usual 6 candles. She grunted as she grabbed the sides of the box and lifted it. She quickly realized how much she had underestimated the weight of those many candles. Her struggle quickly turned to defeat as she groaned, letting the case settle back down on top of the others.

"Here, let me help you." Arms came from behind her, grabbing the case she had just let go and lifting it over her head. Her gaze followed as she turned to meet the voice. He was smiling at her as she seemed hesitant for a moment before she returned the smile.

"Thanks." They both turned toward the clerk.

"Is that all? I can hold heavier than this." She laughed softly as she shook her head.

"Oh, no. Thank you though." She walked beside him as they made their way to the counter and he put the case on it. "I appreciate that."

"Well then I'll stay here 'til you're done." Samara's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "You'll need help to carry it to your car…?" She laughed as she nodded and looked at the floor.

"Yeah, you're totally right. I'm just gonna grab a few snacks real quick, then. Can I get you something? For being nice and all." He shook his head, and she flashed him another smile before scurrying off to get some chips and a 6 pack of White Claw. She didn't know why Jen enjoyed them so much, but she thought it'd be a pleasant surprise for her nonetheless. She walked back to the stranger and smiled once more as she put her items on the counter. "So what's your name?"

"Jacob. Jacob Sanders." He held his hand out, she extended hers to his in response.

"Samara Winters." As she said her name, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. The gesture caught her off guard and she felt her cheeks warm slightly.
"It's a pleasure." He let her hand slip from his as she turned to the cashier who was scanning the items. Guys had made Samara uneasy her whole life, but her fear was solidified Freshmen year. She knew kids played cruel games, but what she went through was no game - just cruel. She pushed the creeping memory back as she reminded herself that not everyone was like that. That it happened when she was still a kid. She was an adult now, dealing with another adult.
"That'll be $23.86. Cash or card?" Samara answered by holding her hand out to the cashier, a $50 bill tucked between her fingers. The cashier smiled as he took the money and made change. As Samara put the change in her purse, Jacob grabbed the case of candles and waited as she grabbed the two bags of treats. She led the way to her car, her mind racing as she thought about how romantic the entire scene was. Stormy night and some handsome guy helps her carry groceries to her car. Now they'd exchange numbers, and it'd be the start of happily ever after, right? Wrong.

The last thing Samara remembered was putting the key in the car door before everything went black. As she began opening her eyes, she fought to make out what was happening. She was on her back and being pulled through leaves. She tried not to alert whoever was dragging her, but it was too late. It seemed the moment she looked around; he felt the shift in her gaze. The shadow turned on its heel and the dim moonlight lit up his face - it was the guy from the store, James. His features held a much more sinister look than she recalled from the store.

"Well, look who's awake. Honestly, it's better this way… I like the struggle." It took a few moments for the words to soak into her brain, but when they did, her eyes widened and she pushed herself back from him. All that did was make James laugh. "Aww. what's wrong? Don't wanna pay me back for being 'nice'?" She felt her stomach turn as she tried to turn to get on her knees and stand, but that was a big mistake. The moment she turned onto her knees, he kicked her right in the ass, causing her to plant face first into the dirt and leaves. Another laugh before she felt his weight on top of her.

"Get off of me!" Another laugh as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back hard.

"I will. When I'm done." His words sent her body into a frenzy, bucking under him with all her strength, but it did absolutely nothing other than make him laugh. "Yeah, that's right, baby. Struggle." Her wriggling was now joined by small sobs and grunts of failed efforts. After a moment, she stilled and just laid there, accepting the inevitable. If struggling was helping to get him off, the least she could control was that. "Aww what's wrong, baby? Are you tired? Don't worry, I'll do all the work." He let her hair go and moved his hand to the back of her neck, while the other moved to the brim of her leggings. He only stopped as they both heard leaves crunching nearby; someone was close. She considered screaming, but almost as if he could read her mind, his hand pushed down on the back of her neck and shoved her face into the ground. Suddenly, breathing was difficult. "Make one fucking sound and I'll snap your neck, do you hear me?" A twig snapped, closer than the footsteps had been, which caused Jacob's head to snap up. His eyes darted around for a moment before a shadow loomed over him. As he looked up, he was met with the hollow eyes of a mask. "What the f–" The last word turned into a gurgling noise as his weight shifted on Samara before falling to the side entirely. She lifted her head, looking to the side he fell on and saw Jacob holding his throat, blood pouring from between his fingers, eyes wide as he looked from above Samara, to her. She watched as he struggled for air for a few more seconds before he finally stilled. And with that, her world went black again.

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